The fight between Jax and Zharina had made every single person in the arena forget how to blink.
It had been nearly half an hour of pure madness dedicated to destroying the other. Neither of them held back on the brutality and it showed. They were bleeding from whichever part of their body had been used to throw a blow or absorb one.
Their fists were torn open and raw. Every time they moved their gauntlet hands, blood dripped from the sheer accumulated force of dozens of collisions. Their shins were bruised so badly the skin had turned colors that shouldn't exist on living people. And their clothes were painted red. Some of it their own blood. Some of it the other's. Splashed and smeared across fabric that had given up pretending to be functional gear a long time ago as both of them refused the surrender.
Both of them were broken to a point where standing was an achievement in itself. And despite all of that, these two maniacs were enjoying every second of it.
